Chronicles of the Mad Demon - Chapter 145

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Chapter 145. Who is the Slave (5)

Honestly, he thought he’d ask about the Divine Physician’s descent or the spirit’s prophecy. But suddenly archery?

Neung Hyeong felt goosebumps rising.

‘This damn vicious bastard!’

He knew this was the type who would never let go even if his jaw shattered once he bit down, but could it be that even after being reborn, he was still targeting the Sacred Blood Palace?

“I knew you were that kind of guy, but you’re really a vicious bastard.”

“How is this vicious?”

“Then isn’t it vicious?! You’ve been dead for twenty years already, right? That means the war ended twenty-five years ago, and you’re still targeting the Main Palace?”

“Why would the war be over?”

“…Huh?”

“Once a war breaks out, it doesn’t end until one side is completely wiped out. It sounds nice to call it an armistice, but with even you popping up, how can you call this the end? It’s a ceasefire.”

“…”

“Stop talking nonsense and tell me where those followers of yours are huddled together.”

“I refuse.”

“You don’t know.”

“I said I refuse!”

“I see.”

It wouldn’t be strange if he got a nosebleed from high blood pressure.

“Honestly, I didn’t expect an answer anyway. A guy who was supposedly a palace master should at least know something properly.”

“You damn bastard! Then why did you save me?”

“You don’t want to die.”

“…What?”

“You want to live.”

At his nemesis’s calm voice, Neung Hyeong felt his words get stuck in his throat.

Do I want to live?

Yes. I want to live.

But a life being manipulated by others like before was absolutely out of the question. In that case, it would be better to just die here.

“…You must want to kill me, right? That killing intent you showed before collapsing was definitely not fake.”

“…”

“Release the paralysis points.”

“No.”

“I won’t attack, so release them. Damn it, you’ve bound even my internal energy tight, so what are you so afraid of? Even if I tried to attack, I’d be subdued before lasting five exchanges.”

“It would end in one exchange, you idiot.”

“Fine, so release them.”

A moment of silence passed.

Neung Hyeong didn’t whine, and his attitude changed Moyong Bi’s mind.

Thud thud thud.

Sensation returned to his entire body.

Neung Hyeong unconsciously smirked.

‘That bastard, his skill is still the same.’

It wasn’t a straight finger wind shot from above, but a curved finger wind that bent in the middle before striking. He had even hit several paralysis points that could be fatal with the slightest mistake in force control.

It wasn’t impossible for me either, but in terms of delicacy, I was indeed half a step behind him.

‘Really a disgusting bastard.’

Swoosh.

Slowly getting up and sitting on the edge of the bed, Neung Hyeong was suddenly startled.

“Why does your face look like that?”

Moyong Bi’s face had become very gaunt.

A stranger might think he just looked tired, but Neung Hyeong, who had once competed for supremacy under heaven, instinctively knew that Moyong Bi had a serious problem.

“Don’t tell me you…?!”

He unconsciously let out a hollow laugh.

“Did you tamper with your Innate Qi?”

“Yes.”

“Why would someone of your caliber tamper with Innate Qi?”

“What reason would someone of my caliber have to tamper with it? I’d only tamper with it when dealing with someone of my caliber.”

“What?”

Staring intently at Moyong Bi, Neung Hyeong closed his eyes and examined his interior.

After a moment.

“…What a damn mess.”

Neung Hyeong’s face was extremely grim when he opened his eyes.

“What did you do to my blood channels?!”

“I adjusted the entrances to the main blood channels necessary for operating Demonic Arts.”

“That’s not all!”

“In as short as ten days, or at most within two weeks, the entrance to your innate channels will be forcibly opened. Your qi will reverse flow and you’ll die painfully, spitting blood from all seven orifices.”

“…”

“Though it would be fine if the acupoints are released before then.”

Neung Hyeong’s face turned bright red.

“I wondered why you saved me – you plan to make me your slave?”

“What kind of slave would someone be who doesn’t want to watch others’ reactions or live a life controlled by others’ hands?”

“You’re the one who made it this way!”

“Just don’t do anything foolish.”

“Bullshit. Who doesn’t know this is the Exploding Acupoint Essence Destruction Technique?!”

“How did you know that?”

“How do you think I know, you bastard! Do you think all the spies we sent to your side just slacked off?!”

Moyong Bi smiled.

“So there were indeed spies we failed to catch.”

“Same goes for you guys.”

“If you knew even the name Exploding Acupoint Essence Destruction Technique, that means they infiltrated the Alliance Leader’s inner circle, or at least reached the upper levels?”

Neung Hyeong flinched for a moment.

‘Damn, does it work that way.’

It was obvious, but he was annoyed at himself for not reading that beforehand.

Of course, it had no meaning now.

“How glorious, you bastard. So it was you who sent the captured ones back to the Main Palace to die spectacular explosive deaths!”

“Why do you keep bringing up old stories? You said you had no particular attachment to the Sacred Blood Palace.”

Damn, that’s true but…

“I never thought you’d use it on me.”

He had even consumed his Innate Qi.

Even a supreme master’s dense internal energy could somehow be unraveled with enough time invested.

But if that nemesis had sealed it with even his Innate Qi mixed in, the story was different.

Unless he regained his peak martial prowess, he wouldn’t be able to break this tremendous acupoint technique. Even swallowing cartloads of the world’s finest spiritual medicines would be impossible.

“This is absurd.”

He was angry, but truly couldn’t understand.

“Why did you go so far as to consume your Innate Qi to put me in this state? You could have just killed me instead.”

At that moment, Moyong Bi’s eyes turned cold.

“It’s all because of you.”

“What’s my fault again!”

“If you hadn’t rejected fate and refused to start the war, we wouldn’t have had reason to meet again like this!”

“Why not bring up the creation of heaven and earth while you’re at it? With that logic, what couldn’t be used as a reason?”

“People are appearing who practice half-baked Demonic Arts while spouting about sacred blood.”

“…What?”

“Your bastards are showing themselves one by one. We need to catch those guys.”

“So what does that have to do with me?!”

“You’ll be the guide.”

“…?!”

“When I think they’ve been sufficiently crushed, I’ll release you then. After that, whether you live a free life or not is up to you.”

Neung Hyeong shouted angrily.

“Why should I have to bear that burden?!”

“Would you rather just die?”

“….”

“You bastard, why should I or innocent people have to understand that your life was pitiful? Either way, you’re the one who waged war, and because of you, bloody winds blew through the Central Plains for twenty years.”

Neung Hyeong gritted his teeth.

“Fine, I’ll accept that as my karma. But why do I have to bear that karma even after being resurrected?”

“You’re disgustingly stupid. Isn’t this actually a good thing?”

“What’s good about it!”

“Doesn’t it mean an opportunity has come for you to take responsibility for your life?”

“…!!”

“You, did you really think you could forget everything from the past and crawl into some mountain valley to live patting your belly and truly enjoy a free life? Did you think that terrible karma wouldn’t bring storms to your life as you said?”

“That’s….”

“Setting everything else aside, if you were also the leader of a group, shouldn’t you take responsibility to the end! Why do you keep trying to run away from your life?”

“It’s not running away!”

“True freedom doesn’t come from turning away from what I must do. This isn’t some simple fatalism or plausible life philosophy.”

Moyong Bi pointed at Neung Hyeong with his index finger.

“Even for you to become confident in yourself, don’t turn away from your responsibility.”

“That is not my responsibility.”

“Don’t say that to me, ask yourself. Whether it’s really your responsibility or not.”

“…!”

“Someone who doesn’t know what responsibility is wouldn’t already be thinking of running away. The very act of running away is proof that you’re aware this is your responsibility.”

Neung Hyeong bit his lips.

Every word was right. Though he didn’t want to admit it, the guy’s words weren’t wrong.

But….

“I have no reason to attack the Main Palace. As I said, no matter how rotten it became, Sacred Blood Palace is my hometown.”

“And it’s also a place overflowing with stupid and pitiful people who fanatically worship a god that even you don’t believe in.”

“….”

“Don’t try to retract words you’ve already understood because of pride. Stop the shameful behavior, not for my sake but for yours.”

Neung Hyeong’s face darkened.

Each word turned his insides upside down, but he still knew the guy’s words weren’t wrong.

As the guy said, even for his own sake, it was better to stop making excuses.

“…Damn it, I can’t understand you. With that level of skill and martial arts, you could also just leave somewhere and live freely. Why are you obsessing over such matters even after being resurrected?”

“Because I also have karma.”

“Karma?”

“The Moyong Family collapsed.”

“What?!”

Neung Hyeong was shocked.

“The Moyong Noble Family collapsed?”

“I’m rebuilding it.”

“It’s only been twenty years, right? What kind of prestigious family gets destroyed in twenty years, not two hundred years?”

He couldn’t understand it at all.

The Moyong Noble Family had been revived with this detestable nemesis at the center. But even before the revival, they had sufficient foundation in that region.

Such a family completely collapsed in just twenty years?

“Don’t tell me after you died, our guys swarmed over and destroyed it?”

“If that happened, would I, bursting with rage, have kept you alive until now?”

“You would have kept me alive if you wanted something. That’s the kind of guy you are.”

“That’s not wrong.”

“Huh… That Moyong Noble Family?”

As if finding it quite unbelievable, Neung Hyeong shook his head vigorously then widened his eyes again.

“Rebuilding? You personally?”

“That’s right.”

“…You, did you enter a Moyong family member’s body?”

“I crawled into my great grand nephew’s body.”

“Huh!”

Neung Hyeong, who was about to ask something more, suddenly closed his mouth at a thought.

Though there wasn’t much more that could be problematic given he’d already been subjected to the Blood Explosion Technique, this nemesis was answering his questions surprisingly easily.

When the opponent gives you information that could be disadvantageous to them in a situation you’re not controlling, it’s never a good thing.

It meant that if he still didn’t listen after being told this much, then it would be the end.

‘Well, I would have found out anyway.’

Thinking that way, it seemed like Moyong Cheon’s face remained somewhat in this guy’s face.

“You’re really a ridiculous guy.”

Neung Hyeong couldn’t stop a bitter laugh from escaping.

“I’m trying to forget everything and live alone, but you’re trying to revive a collapsed family. Frankly speaking, when it’s not even your direct lineage.”

“They’re children more precious than my direct lineage.”

“Even the guy called Mad Demon becomes soft in front of his own kids, is that it?”

“That’s what makes us human. And you too, though you were called Demon Immortal, you’re still a human’s child.”

“….”

“I’ll take responsibility for my children, so you take responsibility for yours.”

Neung Hyeong’s eyes wavered.

This was an opponent he’d fought for twenty years without seeing each other’s faces once, only deciding life and death at the very end.

Was it because they’d died once and been resurrected? Somehow the opponent wasn’t hateful.

No, beyond not being hateful, he felt a strange sense of kinship.

Both had lived through turbulent times as leaders, fought risking their lives, and crucially, had even been resurrected.

‘You and I both live like slaves.’

Bound to heaven and earth, bound to fate.

Bound to our children.

“Damn bastard.”

Neung Hyeong lay down flat.

“I’m tired. I’m going to sleep, so get lost quickly.”

Moyong Bi chuckled and stood up.

“Wash up when you get up. The smell of old sweat is toxic.”

“Get lost, you damn young man.”

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